My System Is Three Thousand Years Early - Chapter 184:

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Cheng Zhihai’s Blood and Qi Furnace hadn’t even been near, and it already had such a formidable presence, like the dazzling sun itself. How powerful must a martial artist from the Heavenly Human Realm be?

Is it like a star?

If a powerful Sky-Man like Old Deng could, with one glance, likely scatter countless ghosts and devils, right?

Cheng Guang was a bit curious.

But he knew that if he were near a martial artist from the Heavenly Human Realm and attempted Primordial Spirit Release, he would probably suffer great damage to his Primordial Spirit as soon as he left his body. If he was lucky, he might only sustain minor injuries, but if he was unlucky, he might lose his entire being.

Spirit Dao cultivators were stronger than Martial Cultivation cultivators, but only when compared at the same realm, at most separated by one realm. Yet, if the difference in realms was too great, even though their path of cultivation had advantages, those advantages weren’t significant.

As Cheng Guang controlled his Primordial Spirit to wander in the void, flying over the southeastern courtyard and sweeping past the Heavy Mountain Yard, he took a simple tour and didn’t find any devils within Duke Zhen’s Mansion. It seemed right; what devil could survive in an environment as challenging as hell within Duke Zhen’s Mansion?

Cheng Guang returned to his body, once again pulled Qing Luan into his embrace, buried his head in her dark hair, and deeply inhaled her body’s fragrance. He felt a sense of peace in his heart. Qing Luan seemed to sense something, wrapped her arms around Cheng Guang, and fell into a deep sleep.

Nothing is more peacefully blissful than such moments.

The next morning, early.

Cheng Guang pushed open the door of his room.

In the early morning of late spring, the sun had just risen, and the land was gently awakened by the soft sunlight. The sky displayed a gentle blue, while thin clouds were dyed pink, like the blushing cheeks of a shy girl.

Cheng Guang leisurely walked into the courtyard, practiced for a while, swung his body, using the God Emperor Cultivation Method to attract Qi and the Divine Python Coiling Skill to train his physique.

After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Qing Luan had already gotten up. Seeing Cheng Guang already cultivating in the courtyard, she smiled tenderly, coiled up her hair, pushed her sleeves up to her wrists, and brought hot water for Cheng Guang to wash with.

Cheng Guang ceased his movements, his entire body steaming with sweat, and carefully washed his face.

He was just about to ask Qing Luan to bring some food prepared by the mansion’s chef when a tumultuous noise came from the courtyard entrance.

Cheng Guang was puzzled—why was it so noisy outside the courtyard early in the morning?

Had something happened?

While Cheng Guang was wondering, Qing Luan had already stepped out of the courtyard entrance and stopped someone to ask for information.

After getting a response, her pretty face looked slightly stunned, and with a mix of astonishment and confusion, she returned to the courtyard. She said to Cheng Guang, “Princely Heir, the Queen of the South Ming is visiting.”

“The Queen of the South Ming?”

Cheng Guang frowned in confusion as he twitched subconsciously at the mention of the name.

He had been thinking about when he would be able to make contact with the King of South Ming.

After all, the system’s task stated that he should either slay the King of South Ming or join him.

No matter what, the King of South Ming was a powerful martial artist. In single combat, Cheng Guang couldn’t slay him.

And he was also royalty. Even though he was the esteemed Princely Heir of Duke Zhen’s Mansion, he couldn’t rashly attack him without any reason.

So, Cheng Guang had planned to complete another task first: to join the King of South Ming.

If he could complete one task, he’d do so first; after all, it’s best to secure the rewards for the task at hand.

Yet, just as he was still pondering how to make contact with the King of South Ming, he didn’t expect that early this morning, without him having taken any action, the Queen of South Ming had already come to find him.

The Devil Clan had just been rooted out by him yesterday, and today, the Queen of South Ming showed up so promptly. She really couldn’t wait.

However, considering a whole day had passed, Cheng Guang guessed if the Devil Clan hadn’t been uncovered that day, the Queen of South Ming would most likely have been even more impatient and come looking for him the very same day—too conspicuous a course of action.

After washing his face and wiping it dry, Cheng Guang put down the silk towel and headed towards the courtyard gate.

“Let’s go and see this Queen of South Ming,” he said.

Cheng Guang knew the Queen of South Ming was here for him.

Even if it wasn’t mentioned at the outset, he figured someone would be sent to find him soon enough.

In name, the Queen of South Ming was of the same generation as his own mother, Wu Yuemei.

Wu Yuemei would definitely call for him to go and meet her.

As Cheng Guang was thinking this, sure enough, just as he had exited the courtyard, Steward Wang’s figure appeared on the shaded path outside the courtyard.

Seeing Cheng Guang stepping out of the courtyard, Steward Wang was taken aback. Without much thought, he approached with a respectful face, gave a slight bow to Cheng Guang, and said:

“Princely Heir, the Queen of South Ming has arrived, and the Madam is currently hosting her. She has asked you to come as well.”

Cheng Guang nodded slightly, asking Qing Luan to have a bite to eat in the courtyard while he followed Steward Wang, stepping on the gravel path, towards the southeastern courtyard.

The Queen of South Ming could be considered family, after all, she was Wu Yuemei’s sister-in-law. Therefore, the place chosen to host her didn’t need to be overly formal, so it was decided that her own small courtyard would be the location to receive the Queen of South Ming.

At that moment.

In the southeastern courtyard.

The fairly sized guest hall was already filled with a number of people.

“Ming Xian, you came to the Capital city a few days ago but never left the mansion. I haven’t had a chance to invite you over. Today, you suddenly came without giving advance notice, leaving me unprepared,” Wu Yuemei sat at the head, looking down at the person below her with gentle eyes, her brows slightly furrowed in an embarrassed manner.